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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.  

When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation. 

“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac. 

“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”  

Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier. 

But vengeance turns slippery when every insult she hisses ignites his obsession, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more."  

The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?

Sweet Hatred

I felt it this time, crawling up the side of my face, lingering just long enough to make my skin prickle.

"Kael, watch the damn road," I muttered, folding my arms.

"Relax, firefly. You think I can't multitask?"

I hated when he called me that. And he knew it but I was just entertainment to him. An impulsive show for his pleasure.

"I think you're being reckless," I shot back.

He hummed in amusement, shifting gears effortlessly. "Reckless?" His voice was smooth, teasing. "Funny. Was that not what you were being earlier? Throwing yourself at me like that? Though It was quite amusing I must admit."

"I didn't throw myself at you," I hissed.

"Didn't you?" He turned his head slightly, a smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. "Then what was that little stunt back there? Making your ex jealous? Using me?"

“I think you’re fun.”